Well, this is a poem in a description of a demon in a story that a friend is paying me to write for them. So, here ya go

Der grausame Großhändler(The cruel merchant)
He trades...
Not in money, favors or services,
but in dreams, lives and souls.
The cruel merchant appears to those
with nothing to gain and everything to lose.
Misery is his mistress,
loss is his son.
The power to give, the power to take,
anything and everything.
What is "impossible" to him?

Hey, not bad.

You into poetry?

yep. I have a poem published, i've read some of my work on the radio, and got poetry in my blood.

Very nice poem.

I have a friend on another forum, and his poetry is kind of similar to yours.

Nice.